Kalos Novels & Stories

He began to say as he got up “You are going to pay me when I return from Mexico and put my hands on your neck.” I laughed out loud at his comment; His face red with rage and the clenched fists at his sides was hilarious to see. “Just enjoy your trip, okay? It's going to be a very entertaining days for you...” “You son of...” He fell silent when a soft knock sounded on the door and immediately my assistant came in completely flushed. “Mr. Karalakis, the transport is waiting for us.” She murmured looking at the ground. Kristos grunted in response, and taking his briefcase, he gave me one last I wish you die look and left the office.

The mystique power shot past Yik and dissipated behind him, leaving nothing but rumbling sounds. "Amazing!" Logan regarded Yik with intrigue. "The lord of Wolfort City gifted me this Cambrian Python. It can cleave anything and everything in the universe. Godtools have souls, and the soul of this Godtool is a mystique beast known as Cambrian Fish that can use water-type moves. Chrysopoeia Graders will be weakened against this. Armed with this Godtool and above this vast ocean, I have the advantage. Are you sure you want to fight me?"

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

They had formed an alliance with my pack to get rid of a common enemy. Now, in the eyes of everyone, we were brethren. But in truth, we held grudges against each other. Our hatred had roots in a past connection. “Hmm, an urgent matter? What could be so important that you’d release such pheromones, weakening my members?” he said, noticing the struggle of his men affected by my aura. He smirked. “A red one. Not bad, brother.” Kalis was known for his seductive and lavish life. He was tall, with deep green eyes—so striking that he was called the Green Demon. His black and white hair made him stand out even more.

Callum called me ‘Moon Bear’ in French. “Damn, Shadow, you really should make some noise,” Carmen grumbles, replacing her handgun in its holster at her back. Sawyer launches herself at our uncle for a hug. They embrace. “Cal has been watching the house all day to see if anyone has been in or out of the house,” Ali supplies after they kiss and release one another. Cal moves to hug his wife around her waist from behind, resting his hooded head on her shoulder. “Only one person. The leader of the Damned Forsaken, Razor Grothman.”

Across the central basin, standing on the narrow maintenance platform directly above the primary pressure release hatch, stood Kael. The volcanic crimson light beneath his obsidian armor was blinding, pulsing in a rapid, erratic rhythm that mirrored the frantic countdown of the central computer. The unrefined catalyst he had absorbed from the sub-station was fighting for dominance against his high-born Lycan DNA, turning his left arm into a molten forge of dark crystalline bone and white-hot energy. He looked down at the massive iron valve wheel beneath his boots. The emergency pins were completely fused together by Malakor’s remote lockdown protocol, melted into a solid block of dead iron.

Malachi and Levi drove to the Council ranch in silence. Levi had spent two full days silencing the Mexican cartel in Anaheim, making sure there would be no blow back to Kai. The Council’s ranch, in Montana, was located on Bitterroot Lake. It was built on the river with groves of trees flanking the house. It had wide open spaces, and it was quiet. The Council held meetings there, and once or twice, they’d invited future Council Alphas to the ranch.

Khy asked. Kala sighed. “Dear gods, you haven’t met the sass patrol yet?” “Broccolini is a specialist in infiltration,” I said with a straight face. “Greg’s a demolitionist. Carrotini bites ankles. You’ll figure it out.” Khy blinked slowly. “…We’ve lost the war, haven’t we?” Kala cackled, already vanishing into mist. Hours Before Dawn The courtyard had long fallen silent. Only the echo of hooves and padded paws faded into the northern wind, where Kala’s shadows and Khy’s wolves had vanished down the mountain road toward Windsor. The scent of burnt wood and damp earth lingered beneath the stars—like a warning.

POV: Calista Rivers I kept my flashlight pointed at the ground. One wrong step here meant a shattered ankle, and I couldn't afford to be a liability. Not tonight. Not when my father was waiting at the end of this line. "We are directly beneath the Chelsea sector," Kael said. He hadn't slowed down. He navigated the jagged terrain with the fluid, irritating ease of an apex predator, He kept adjusting his body to every uneven surface before his boots even touched the stone.

Wordlessly he hands me the letter. I read it out. “To the Honoured Three Kings of the Realm, we are writing to you to make you aware of a sad situation that has been brought to the attention of the Elder Council by several packs at this month’s meeting. The Golden Harvest pack, the Blue Moon Pack and the White Ridge Pack all came to report missing women from their villages in the last two months.